Something’s not right. This is all too easy. It’s like waiting for something to break, like the painfully sweet honeyed light before a storm. Are the clouds already swirling above me, waiting to lash me with their fury? Or is it all in my mind?
I’m too comfortable here. Too comfortable by far.
No fear in me for myself, it’s for these folk. Good people. I’ve gotten far too attached to them all, living on this little shard of rock, hacking out a home with not a lot more than their hands and determination. I can’t be effective like this. But I can’t fully step in, and I won’t step away.
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